She smelled, uhm...fresh! Her scent perfectly matched the floral top she was wearing that afternoon. I just realized that she liked floral dresses and has worn several of them before. Oops...my mind was drifting. I'm right in the middle of a meeting! Alysa Park and I have been in a meeting all afternoon. I was sitting next to her at the client's boardroom and couldn't help but notice that she seemed a bit pale and not her usual bubbly self. Maybe she was tired and bored too. As she knew the project we were working on in greater detail than I did, I often asked her for the numbers when the clients needed anything. During these times, I had to lean closer to her as she whispered and explained the data to me. I couldn't help but notice her fragrance, or was it her long reddish-brown hair, some kind of wild flowers from an enchanted forest is how I'd describe it.
"Can you give us the numbers for the new floors we're adding?" our client asked. For a brief moment, my eyes met Alysa's full round and dark brown eyes, then she quickly turned to her laptop to check. I had to move closer as the texts on her screen were really small. Again, her scent distracted me! While she was typing away, my eyes moved to her soft fingers with long nails and nail polish that seemed to be the colour of desert sand. From her hands on the keyboard, my eyes wandered over her slim arms with very light hair, almost unnoticeable unless you really look closely, towards her body, her hair covering the part of her blouse where her nipples should be. I could almost trace with my eyes the outline of Alysa's bra under the sheer blouse she was wearing. Seems like Alysa's wearing a white bra today, I said to myself. I knew there was no chance that the others in the meeting knew where my eyes were fixed at as Alysa and I were at the end of the long table. Then I noticed she was wearing tight jeans that showed the shape of her thighs - her soft milky white thighs - and my mind drifted even farther...
"Congratulations Alysa! We did it!" Alysa and I were in a cramped old elevator a few weeks ago right in this building and we were smiling at each other. We just finished a presentation and got our client's approval for a new project. I reached out to shake my 23-year old assistant's hand and was surprised how tiny and soft her hands were on my palm. She's young, I thought. Just twenty-three! Then I remembered Ginny - she was 23 when we were having afternoon delights in my apartment during office lunch breaks! I can't believe I was actually fucking a girl as young as Alysa?! WOW! I must say, Alysa is as cute Ginny, though a bit shorter being just 5 feet tall.
"Congrats to you too, sir!" she said, as I noticed her full lips with very light lipstick and a wide proud smile. It was already noon and I told her we should celebrate over lunch. We got a table on a quiet corner of the restaurant. She ordered tacos and I had a large burrito. When our food was served, she said her tacos were a bit small so she ordered another one. We have finished our food and she was still waiting for her second set of tacos so I decided to check my phone for any messages. Suddenly, her foot brushed against my leg. "Oops, sorry sir," Alysa murmured. She was crossing her leg, I figured.
Then something naughty entered my mind. Alysa was wearing a short dark blue skirt and a matching dark blue top for the presentation that accentuated her creamy white skin. And now we were sitting across from each other, maybe about two feet apart. Bored, I wondered if she just crossed her legs or uncrossed them underneath our table. As I was holding my phone, I thought I could switch to camera, take a picture and see weather her legs were crossed or not. So I turned my phone to silent and on camera mode, made sure the flash was off, and put my hand on my lap nonchalantly, and pointed the camera towards her.
Click...click...click...silently, my phone was taking pictures of the scene just below our table. Her fresh order of tacos has arrived and she was busy eating and discussing our earlier success. Of course, I wouldn't dare take a look at the photos right there and then. I had to wait 'til I got home to see them. Then I thought, what if her legs were uncrossed and her knees were a bit relaxed and a few inches apart? Would I be able to see her...panties?! Is Alysa wearing white panties that matched her bra? Click! I had to take a few more just to be sure I got the right angle and lighting. Click...
As I couldn't wait 'til I got home, I excused myself and went to the toilet to check if I got good shots. The shots were somewhat blurred as it was dim but they answered my question! Alysa's legs were crossed...then uncrossed...then knees a bit apart...then her feet were crossed with each other, knees still slightly parted! I didn't know I took so many shots! But unfortunately, I couldn't see her panties - if she was wearing any -as it was too dark in the area between her thighs. But the shots really turned me on! So that's the view under our table. The ends of her long brown hair over her chest can be seen in some of the shots. The smooth and tender skin of her white thighs against her dark blue skirt formed a dark triangle between where Alysa's pussy - her virginal pussy, I assume - would be. In one lucky shot, it was like her pussy was two feet from my hand and staring straight into the camera but it was just too dark to see anything between her legs. In another shot when her legs were crossed, I was sure I could have seen her panties but it was just out of the frame! Alysa rarely wears skirts to work but today was special. So I figured I should go back and take a few more!
